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"This tower is really high! It's completely different from what we imagined! Can anyone really climb a tower like this?" the commentator and host wearing sunglasses said with emotion.

As he explained, the camera slowly moved upward from the bottom of the Carlin Tower: "It is said that the god of martial arts, Teacher Wutian, climbed this tower 300 years ago, and 300 years later, our world champion Mr. Satan We must challenge this tower again and achieve this feat that no one has accomplished in the past 300 years.”

Then the camera turned to Mr. Satan, and the host's voice sounded at the right time: "We can see that Mr. Satan is standing at the bottom of the tower and looking up at the tower, and he is full of momentum. I wonder how Mr. Satan feels now. ?Let us come forward and ask. Mr. Satan, Mr. Satan?"

After the host called him many times, Mr. Satan came back from the shock.

"Mr. Satan was obsessed with his thoughts just now. I wonder if you can share with us what was Mr. Satan thinking about just now?" The host handed the microphone to Satan's mouth.

Mr. Satan first burst out with his signature laugh, then put his hands on his hips and said: "A tower like this is not a problem for me at all, but I heard that you can meet the immortals after climbing the tower. I am thinking about how to say hello to the immortals." What’s the wording!”

"That's it! A tower that towers into the sky is so insignificant in front of Mr. Satan. Are you already thinking about what to do after climbing the tower? You are indeed Mr. Satan!"

What Mr. Satan really wanted was the bastard Long Jing. Originally, he thought that there were indeed some strange people and strangers in the world, so this matter could not be said to be false. It probably had a prototype origin, but it was just exaggerated by word of mouth.

But now it seems like climbing up the Kalin Tower is something that humans can do?It must be that kid from Longjing who saw Kalinta's name in an unknown book somewhere and boasted about it in front of his precious daughter to attract her attention and win her favor.

Such a smooth-tongued, smooth-tongued, and lying boy wants to pursue his precious daughter Bidili. It is simply a daydream. I will definitely not be able to spare him when I return.

But even so, Mr. Satan, who came to the foot of the tower, was already unable to get off.

After taking a few deep breaths, Mr. Satan finally decided to give it a try.

I saw him fluttering his feet twice, and finally climbed up to the base of Kalin Tower. Using his hands and feet on the relief of Kalin Tower, he slowly climbed up step by step.

Mr. Satan didn't know how long he had been climbing. He felt that his strength was almost exhausted. Looking up, he could only see the white clouds and the Kalin Tower thrust into the sky towards the main board. Looking down, everyone was already so small. Only as big as a mouse.

Mr. Satan was still scared and crawled back tremblingly.

"Mr. Satan climbed to about 50 meters and stopped. Do you want to regain your strength? Oh, Mr. Satan moved, what's going on? Mr. Satan is actually climbing down!" The commentator and host below did his duty. 's explanation.

In the end, Mr. Satan returned to the ground. The feeling of being down to earth made Mr. Satan sigh with relief, and his heart was relieved.

Before he could feel reassured for a few seconds, the interview microphone was handed to Mr. Satan's mouth: "Why did Mr. Satan decide to come back? Did you think you couldn't finish it and gave up?"

Mr. Satan suddenly covered his abdomen and shouted loudly: "It hurts, it hurts! My stomach hurts so much. Maybe I got diarrhea due to acclimatization here. If my stomach didn't hurt, I would have gone up. No, get out of the way. I'll go up." A toilet."

Mr. Satan just ran into the dense forest, hiding in the bushes, scratching his head and racking his brains: "What should I do? This is definitely not something that humans can do, but how can it be ruined like this? Do you want to be famous for the rest of your life?"

At this time, our Mr. Stanto is also racking his brains. The chief in front of him is simply unreasonable. He has talked about the benefits of fame in simple terms for so long, but this chief is just a wooden head.

"If the show is broadcast, it will become famous and a large number of tourists will come in. You can take this opportunity to escape poverty. Don't you want to change the current situation of hunting in the forest with bare feet and a stone spear?" Stanto tried hard. Know how to reason.

"I think this kind of life is very good, I live happily every day." Bra said.

"Just because you are living a good life does not mean that others also want to live like this! If this place becomes a famous tourist destination, all your people will live a good life. Your family will have rich food, wear beautiful clothes, and live in tall buildings. In the house, the children can be sent to study. Don't you want everyone to be happy?" Stanto tried to be emotional.

"This is how our ancestors came here. Now we are doing the same things as our ancestors. We all feel very happy. This is our life and we don't want to change." Bra said.

Stanto felt that he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, but what made him even more angry was yet to come. A staff member sent news: Mr. Satan suddenly felt unwell and was currently resting under a big tree. He was said to be acclimatized. According to Mr. Satan As he said, he might not be able to stand up for a few days.

This news is simply adding insult to injury and almost shattered Mr. Stanto's few psychological defenses. He had promised investors that he would have a sure vote and had invested so many resources in the early stage. If he fell short like this, it would be detrimental to his program production career. It can be said to be a major blow.

Just when they were struggling, several figures flew out of the Temple of Heaven. They turned out to be people who had completed training with Mr. Bobo. They were now leaving the temple and training separately.

Longjing followed the two dumplings out of the temple, but suddenly felt that there seemed to be many people gathered under the Kalin Tower. He felt a little strange. There seemed to be no such scene in the original memory.

"Mr. Longjing?" It turned out to be Diaozi who turned around and asked when Longjing stopped.

Longjing looked around and asked Tianjin Fan in the distance to stop and cast a puzzled look at Longjing: "Longjing-kun, what's wrong with the dumplings?"

"Nothing!" Long Jing shook his head and chased after him regardless of doubts.

Since Longjing has not yet learned Tianjinfan's qigong cannon, and the system benefit from the current competition between Longjing and Tianjinfan is not low, Longjing made a request to Tianjinfan to practice together.

Tianjin Fan recognized Longjing's talent and strength and did not refuse.

Tianjin Fan and Jiaozi do not have a fixed training ground, and they always run to places with inaccessible and dangerous terrain, so Tianjin Fan must lead the way.

"I'm going to speed up, keep up!" Tianjin Fan really didn't want to waste time on things other than training, so as he spoke, huge energy surged around him and he speeded up instantly.

Longjing's air dance technique was not suitable for running such a long distance, but he still gathered a lot of energy and gritted his teeth to keep up.

Dumpling watched from the side, but flew to Longjing's side and taught Longjing the skills of high-speed flying.

"That's right! That's right! That's it!" Dumpling said: "It's just different from Wukong Technique in the function of Qi, but in essence they reach the same goal through different paths!"

Longjing expels the air and quickly closes the distance with Tianjin Rice.

Longjing, who had just learned how to fly at high speed, was overtaken by Dumpling in a moment. Dumpling, who was keeping pace with Longjing, quickly flew to Tianjin Fan.

"How is it? Has he learned it?" Tianjin Fan asked.

"I learned it." Dumpling nodded.

After hearing this, Tianjin Fan curled up the corner of his mouth, sped up again, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.